Dear God, I am a freaking hypocrit because you know Mormons don't place their hands like this when praying. ( Harry is a Mormon and Mormons simply entwine their hands,not the way they are in this picture, if Harry was a good Mormon boy he would not position his hands like this)

...and please bring me a pink pony, and a Furby, and a dolly house, and, and I want peace and love and happiness in the world and lots of tax revenue so we can fund all our socialist crap. Please, Santa! Amen.

Oh Satan, thank you for the bounty you have given to your loyal servants this year. Please help us be ready when we spring the trap and head to our underground bunkers. We look forward to a world free of the pestilence of lesser men. Please spare a good supply of little boys for my basement chamber. - Harry

Please let there be no Three Percenters in my security detail. I am finding "we are everywhere" stickers all over my office. I am worried...

And please make this raging case of herpes go away. Barney Frank said it was nothing and that everything would be alright. I guess that's what I get for trusting a proffesional liar. It just hurts to think I can't trust him anymore.

To whom it may concern.....the Threepers have caught me and are about to string me up.....BO and nancy are here too and they say were about to become meat chimes...I just pissed myself!....there's no place like home!....there's no place like home! Damn they've tied my feet I can't click my heels........

Please Lord... Don't make the tar really hot. And please don't let there be many feathers (You know about my allergy). And finally, give me the strength to stay on the rail with what little dignity I have left.

USMC Tabks Quote:To whom it may concern.....the Threepers have caught me and are about to string me up.....BO and nancy are here too and they say were about to become meat chimes...I just pissed myself!....there's no place like home!....there's no place like home! Damn they've tied my feet I can't click my heels........

Please oh dark lord satan,forgive me for the sins that I forgot to commit on the citizens of this awfull god fearing nation. Please glorious firm bottomed lord of darkness bestow upon me young asian boys and the blood of thier parents. And help me tax every penny from them before they can even earn it. And most of all dear lord of all evil help me get back to that whore house where people have values and things make sense. Your humble servant and mabey your sex slave when I move down to that blazing love den in the ground ( no not New Orleans ) Harriet Reid

"Progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress."

I believe that liberty is the only genuinely valuable thing that men have invented, at least in the field of government, in a thousand years. I believe that it is better to be free than to be not free, even when the former is dangerous and the latter safe. I believe that the finest qualities of man can flourish only in free air – that progress made under the shadow of the policeman's club is false progress, and of no permanent value. I believe that any man who takes the liberty of another into his keeping is bound to become a tyrant, and that any man who yields up his liberty, in however slight the measure, is bound to become a slave. -- H.L. Mencken

On the efficacy of passive resistance in the face of the collectivist beast. . .

Had the Japanese got as far as India, Gandhi's theories of "passive resistance" would have floated down the Ganges River with his bayoneted, beheaded carcass. -- Mike Vanderboegh.

In the future . . .

When the histories are written, “National Rifle Association” will be cross-referenced with “Judenrat.” -- Mike Vanderboegh to Sebastian at "Snowflakes in Hell"

"Smash the bloody mirror."

If you find yourself through the looking glass, where the verities of the world you knew and loved no longer apply, there is only one thing to do. Knock the Red Queen on her ass, turn around, and smash the bloody mirror. -- Mike Vanderboegh

From Kurt Hoffman over at Armed and Safe.

"I believe that being despised by the despicable is as good as being admired by the admirable."

From long experience myself, I can only say, "You betcha."

"Only cowards dare cringe."

The fears of man are many. He fears the shadow of death and the closed doors of the future. He is afraid for his friends and for his sons and of the specter of tomorrow. All his life's journey he walks in the lonely corridors of his controlled fears, if he is a man. For only fools will strut, and only cowards dare cringe. -- James Warner Bellah, "Spanish Man's Grave" in Reveille, Curtis Publishing, 1947.

"We fight an enemy that never sleeps."

"As our enemies work bit by bit to deconstruct, we must work bit by bit to REconstruct. Be mindful where we should be. Set goals. We fight an enemy that never sleeps. We must learn to sleep less." -- Mike H. at What McAuliffe Said

"The Fate of Unborn Millions. . ."

"The time is now near at hand which must probably determine, whether Americans are to be, Freemen, or Slaves; whether they are to have any property they can call their own; whether their Houses, and Farms, are to be pillaged and destroyed, and they consigned to a State of Wretchedness from which no human efforts will probably deliver them. The fate of unborn Millions will now depend, under God, on the Courage and Conduct of this army-Our cruel and unrelenting Enemy leaves us no choice but a brave resistance, or the most abject submission; that is all we can expect-We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die." -- George Washington to his troops before the Battle of Long Island.

"We will not go gently . . ."

This is no small thing, to restore a republic after it has fallen into corruption. I have studied history for years and I cannot recall it ever happening. It may be that our task is impossible. Yet, if we do not try then how will we know it can't be done? And if we do not try, it most certainly won't be done. The Founders' Republic, and the larger war for western civilization, will be lost.

But I tell you this: We will not go gently into that bloody collectivist good night. Indeed, we will make with our defiance such a sound as ALL history from that day forward will be forced to note, even if they despise us in the writing of it.

And when we are gone, the scattered, free survivors hiding in the ruins of our once-great republic will sing of our deeds in forbidden songs, tending the flickering flame of individual liberty until it bursts forth again, as it must, generations later. We will live forever, like the Spartans at Thermopylae, in sacred memory.

-- Mike Vanderboegh, The Lessons of Mumbai:Death Cults, the "Socialism of Imbeciles" and Refusing to Submit, 1 December 2008

"A common language of resistance . . ."

"Colonial rebellions throughout the modern world have been acts of shared political imagination. Unless unhappy people develop the capacity to trust other unhappy people, protest remains a local affair easily silenced by traditional authority. Usually, however, a moment arrives when large numbers of men and women realize for the first time that they enjoy the support of strangers, ordinary people much like themselves who happen to live in distant places and whom under normal circumstances they would never meet. It is an intoxicating discovery. A common language of resistance suddenly opens to those who are most vulnerable to painful retribution the possibility of creating a new community. As the conviction of solidarity grows, parochial issues and aspirations merge imperceptibly with a compelling national agenda which only a short time before may have been the dream of only a few. For many Americans colonists this moment occurred late in the spring of 1774." -- T.H. Breen, The Marketplace of Revolution: How Consumer Politics Shaped American Independence, Oxford University Press, 2004, p.1.